Kerri Shying R # 381 - just before Christmas, sick bay hits

just before Christmas, sick bay hits

nothing but the hot skin

walks me through today     time

all in the epidermis    sky

is waiting

blue   gone   grey  gone   black

silver dapple  star   spray

all my pillow  only one place

three

numbers

the dog  licking off the salts

only can but wait

everything

will pass   the time can right

itself   will synch 

back into you

the gears  go click   and morning

comes again the breakfast

lunch and tea

time   sunrise

too

 santa and the trees

 all waving     on the edges

 some kind of loon   maybe

 just the heat